My poor DD. She doesn't realize that she's the only one in her school with a sick mother. In this small community and school system, I would know by now (she's in 5th grade) if she had any peers in the same boat. I dragged myself to her open house, skipped the presentation because I didn't feel well, but got there so I could at least meet her teacher and see her classroom. My DD commented on how only her father was interested in anything. I am so sick of telling her I just didn't feel well. I saw all the other mothers, dressed to the 9s, just having gone to the open-house straight from their jobs.
I got a book out of the library about raising tweens, but then I realized it was upsetting me and had to put it down. Clearly it was a book written by healthy Moms for other healthy Moms who are ushering in the difficult teenage years and facing the typical teenage issues. I should be so lucky! I realized that I am not even on the same planet as the people. They are talking about how to deal with your kid's messy room, while I'm trying to figure out how many more years will I be around for her, and of those years, how many will be any good? The quality of my mothering has already been knocked horribly off course because of this friggin' disease. A messy room?? I wonder if there are any instruction manuals out there for us sick and alien Moms, or if we just have to struggle along on our own.
Mothers are supposed to be the caregivers, not the care receivers-not at this stage in the game when the kiddos are oh so young. Again, this is a very lonely disease, and this book just kind of iced the cake for me tonight.
I got a book out of the library about raising tweens, but then I realized it was upsetting me and had to put it down. Clearly it was a book written by healthy Moms for other healthy Moms who are ushering in the difficult teenage years and facing the typical teenage issues. I should be so lucky! I realized that I am not even on the same planet as the people. They are talking about how to deal with your kid's messy room, while I'm trying to figure out how many more years will I be around for her, and of those years, how many will be any good? The quality of my mothering has already been knocked horribly off course because of this friggin' disease. A messy room?? I wonder if there are any instruction manuals out there for us sick and alien Moms, or if we just have to struggle along on our own.
Mothers are supposed to be the caregivers, not the care receivers-not at this stage in the game when the kiddos are oh so young. Again, this is a very lonely disease, and this book just kind of iced the cake for me tonight.
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